Eagles mate in flight and song

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Dirty Angels

California Governor Jerry Brown recently was quoted as saying, "California is burning."  I'm sure he meant the wildfires and not the presence of Firestorm Omega in the belly of the Beast.  I know the Governor has good intentions but the road to extinction is paved mostly in good intentions.  Nothing explains the cesspool of Los Angeles and one does not separate California from the other... unless you are born under certain planets and such reflects your mission.

Streets of Dirty Angels have gotten worse since I made this Halloween hoot.  However, I did not show you the human urine and excrement.  And, you thought I was exaggerating about L.A being a cesspool.

Los Angeles is a bad influence on the rest of a nation treading towards life-support.  We simply cannot have our children playing with their children!  Will it come to that?  It might. 

Extinction whether it is American style or Russian comes down to the DNA code on a spiritual level.  Think of it like an old Hollywood Scify flick.  Tepid world is ending and there is a spacecraft that can take only the best 10,000 humans.  Since the problem surrounds infertility, selection on who gets to go comes down to fertility and that is DNA and science has not helped here.  Science makes monsters.  No, spirituality announces extinction to a sleeping world and not science nor a secretive manipulative government.

Speaking of governments, I have given more thought on why I am here.  Maybe since this is where the Firestorm was born, it is where need is greatest.  Who knows what state is worst in the union?  When Sodom and Gomorrah are cataclysmically gone, perhaps I am to help rebuild this place in a better image once the communists and parasites are driven out of government. 

Must be in my next lifetime...  Anything is possible in this new world we have already entered where magick meets science. 

Monday, October 19, 2015

Weeping World Nevermore

Victorious aroma floods battlefield air.
Warrior catches scent of fear stumbling where only fools dare. Run and hide beneath creaking wood. Alert silver foxes in your neighborhood.

Pray for good. Pray for rain. Pray God takes away dark pain.
Nowhere hides fools on judgment day. 

 Doom cannot hear what they would say.

Wanting only to end slow misery

Fate directs flaming hand of prophecy.
Clocks begin haunting ticking louder warning to repent!
Tears of shame on knees of blame can only pay such rent!

Collecting cosmic payments comes a bad man
Purifying souls of a decaying land.
No mercy for monsters and parasites preying on humanity!
All levels of government from City to DC

Prophetic will knows great natal power
Great evil soon sees their final hour.

Since time of Hypatia of Alexandria
Well before fatal fall of Rome
Violence, blood, and death, how little humanity has grown?

Free will ends composed suffering w
here cowards made love perverse.
When fools cry in the night, Matriarchs weep tears of joy as a curse goes in reverse.

Where moguls and monsters shake, rattle, and fall
Creeps climatic ending to one miserable Monster’s Ball.
Say a little prayer for crumbling Hollywood,
Where hopes and dreams languish c
overed in tears and blood.

Conjuring Virus for Babbitts or Babbitt Virus by intent.
Means to an end means who really cares?
Terminating pathetic parasites let not a one be spared.
Let weeping world nevermore bow to perversity.
Truly, our land becomes a great nation of Liberty.

Conspirators, incompetents, and worse
Hold tightly now a sickly curse
When Gaia rumbles shaking fleas
Pious pimps croak on well-tailored knees.

Thirteen days mark Halloween
Comes thirteen days hence October.
Friday the 13th believes to be seen

When winter welcomes November.

Feared numbers unleash a peculiar doom
Leaving innocent citizens clean.
Finding Fear looking like loathing
Caught in guilty government machine.

Where life garners perverted value
Love falls by insipid rules
When fools champion fools
Let cataclysmic ending
Mark blessed Beauty beginning.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Hollywood Must Die!

Roman God Saturn photo roman-god-saturn.jpg
Roman God Saturn often carries Grim Reaper's weapon.

Keep asking myself why I am being held in Los Angeles, a city likened to a cesspool? We can rule out my saving the city. There is no hope for the major cities; perhaps the State can be saved once government is cleared of delusional Communists or Fascists. They look the same in America. I burn in the belly of the beast to prevent future cesspools in a world ruled by nurturing Matriarchs. Unfortunately for Angelinos and more appropriately Hollywood, I am here to push a metaphysical button starting a count-down timer to flushing the toilet. Hollywood must die!

It does feel like I have waged this battle for thousands of years be it true or not. My sense of the matter now is that the war shall be won and it all feels a little different. Now that I have the keys, I can come and go as I please. All I need now is time and the Father of Time also goes by the name of Saturn.

Why must Hollywood die? This is war and communication lines of the enemy must be severed first and that is just one of many reasons why Hollywood must swim with the fishes. Mystics and other beings have predicted your major cities will be destroyed and such matters are not for the squeamish. Spiritual Warrior is sent to battle against worldwide government and religion. Did you think the cause of extinction lays elsewhere? Great powers sent someone favored by the God of War to deal with this matter and you get what you deserve in this life.

Contemporary mystics believe if your mind is filled with hate then you get hate directed to you. You should fill your heart and mind with love and you shall get love directed back to you. That argument or philosophy is easily destroyed. What was Elizabeth Smart thinking when she was kidnapped by a monster made and facilitated by religion and government? The list goes on and on and so does the silly rhetoric by some mystics. Hollywood must die for making monsters and silly mystics.

Hollywood is a dead city walking for cancelling The Beverly Hillbillies and giving America Hannibal Lecter, CSI and all the violent spin-offs. Hollywood must never live again for not giving America another Love American Style. Radical feminists were born in California and Hollywood may as well take the blame for them as now we have killer superhero women wanting to rival the cowboys. California gave America Octomom, Nadya Suleman and she represents Hollywood splendidly. Hollywood gives a helping hand to extinction American-style presenting science as the new God and resulting frozen embryos, in-vitro fertilization, and monsters posing as scientists.

Hollywood walks the plank for Jamie Lee Curtis who is raised in a Hollywood family and survives to become a Matriarch growing very little it would appear over the years as she now has a starring role in a thing called, "Scream Queens". I have yet to see the production but do I really need to see it to know murdering young women is the theme? One wonders what she tells her children about such trash written with her in mind. Curtis use to be a spokesperson for Children's Hospital and one wonders what it takes for wealthy celebrities to get a clue or a conscience.

Hollywood must hang for never finding a project too bloody or violent for Samuel L. Jackson to pass. It appears the more unconscionably violent the production, the more credit cards the hardest working man in Hollywood can sell. One gets the notion that Mr. Jackson is not in it for the money but for the thrill of violence and blood. Maybe he can help Jamie Lee kill a of bunch scantily clad coeds in his next project.  Hollywood kicks the bucket for The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Saw

Hollywood must die for the beating of Rodney King, the killing of Ezell Ford, and unarmed homeless women by cowboy policemen glorified in a viciously absurd police state. California has more prisons than colleges and Hollywood is central to creating them. Hollywood gets eighty-sixed for worshiping enforcers of the status-quo also known as law enforcement. A dirty cesspool city must be flushed for giving America Crips, Bloods, The Mexican Mafia, and dirty cops making a living off gangs they help create.

This beacon of ignorance, pretense, and violence crumbles to the ground for being ground zero to the liberal loon which is just another name for communists or fascist. Hollywood dies for concrete dogs and their owners who look at their dogs as the children they will never produce.  Hollywood meets its maker for giving America "Road Rage", "Drive-by Shootings", and Bill Cosby. Somehow, I believe, the monster who menaced women for decades in California represents true intent behind Hollywood pretense which is nothing but nefarious. 

Hollywood must die for the life and death of Marylyn Monroe and Dorothy Dandridge. Innocent Earth Goddesses born into a savage world abused and misused by men of small manhood and little merit. Hollywood croaks for the real Blue Dahlia. Tinsel Town goes at least six feet under for the casting couch and cashing in on morality.

Hollywood takes a long walk on a short peer for institutionalizing homelessness or allowing it to happen putting the problem in the hands of Catholics and Christians and like their spirituality they proceeded to cash in on it.  Homelessness is big business in the city of dirty angels perpetuated by some of the worst forms of life on this planet. They may soon begin to drop dead after November, Friday the 13th, 2015 as the apocalypse begins in earnest cities lovingly called the new Sodom and Gomorrah.

The Hollywood Madam should be in charge of Hollywood instead of jailed and disgraced. Hollywood never shed a tear for Heidi Fleiss so a Poet must weep for Madam and so many more like her who received worse treatment taken from this Earth by Predators made by government, religion, and Tinsel Town. Hollywood gets a body-bag for not understanding the oldest profession or caring to and now it is much too late. We shall call her Priestess of sexuality in the future as she is central to a problem Hollywood keeps the covers on because government and the sheep it produces tells them what to do. As we shovel dirt on Hollywood, let us say a little prayer for memories of the one good production for every one thousand pieces of trash it produced.

Why tell America Hollywood must die by natural disaster by way of metaphysical count-down timer? To borrow a line from Hollywood magic appropriately titled, Terminator 2; Judgment Day "You're already dead". Mystics and other beings have said your major cities will be destroyed but you still have time to get it right. It is unfair for me to do any less though chances of Hollywood doing anything to change are already swimming with the fishes.

Getting rid of government parasites is easy.  Dealing with an awful culture they have created is another matter altogether.  Perhaps if several million die, the rest will get a clue.  They will probably blame a vengeful God.  One has to wonder of President Obama ever got a clue during his eight years as the worst.  Maybe the world gets a clue when its all too late.  It  would be too late for all but those foreseen to inherit this Earth.

Hollywood could use a good earthquake or tsunami to clean out some of the creeps and freaks they manufacture and produce.


Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Scorpio Dreams

Julie Dillon Fantasy Artist

Dreams carry great meaning say some mystics and psychiatrists.  Dr. Sigmund Freud, our father of modern psychiatry believed dreams were "most profound when they seem the craziest."  Objective thinkers believe dreams to be unfinished bits and pieces of thoughts from our previous day or week or perhaps longer depending on the person and stimulus trying to find closure.  I come from the objective school but my destiny is to bring all the schools together.

Been trying to free myself of this Los Angeles bondage and it quite appears I am prevented from enriching myself with my newly amplified... talents.  Las Vegas sends me frustratingly back again and on the night before departure with nothing more than despair roaming tired thoughts, I would have my first dream about she who would be the first U.S. President.  You think I would have a dream about how to hit a hard eight on the crap table but nooooo!

Rarely do I recall my dreams with clarity but this one was clear.  It appears the Mother of Feminine Purity was on her way to the first Las Vegas home of my youth.  However, the home was a little different and she apparently was not there to see me.  She was there to see one of my sisters and the news of this event seemed to have come to me just minutes before her arrival.  How or why I ended up answering the door is up for speculation.  Our future Madam President entered my dream home with another woman who I do not remember.  Mrs. C. was dressed in gold suit coat and royal blue two-piece ensemble underneath and presented to me a warm genuine smile as there were no words between us.  I do not believe we shook hands and just remember not knowing what to do with this warm feeling from her smile and presence.  Seconds later I found myself in a back bedroom and as it looked a mess, I began to get the place tidy.  Is that all there is?  Yes, the dream ended there strangely as dreams do.
Make what you will of this event.  Destiny has a little bizzaro world waiting for the Poet along with the tears and blood should he care to lose focus.  A genuine warm smile for a man trying honestly to take a break from it all in Vegas getting lost in NFL point spreads and hold ‘em poker pots.  There is no escape from fate and time cannot wait for the weary.  Certainly, I have some growth to do with some warm smiles but this is not about me so much.  Perhaps there is some serious growth I need as a result of what is to come in American politics and the race to become the next U.S President.  The bar has been set exceedingly low and anyone will be greater than the last.  I never much cared having never voted and now I am thrust into the matter.  

Donald Trump brings real personality to the table whether you like him or not.  He is no pretentious phony like a U.S. President who shall remain nameless.  It is a sign that the end is coming for the keepers of the status-quo.  If not for enlightenment, I would probably be thumping for Mr. Trump.  Destiny has different plans for a Poet and I am compelled to sing her virtues.  This has not been easy and really needed to get away from the attachment.  Trump and the current U.S. President forces the Democrat hopefuls to alter the course at least in rhetoric and that is why you hear Bernie Sanders hailing women’s rights and abortion as one of his selling points.  They cannot possibly follow the communist coat tails of the current Prez.  Mrs. Clinton must be genuine to combat the non-politician that is Donald Trump who is also the polar opposite of the current man in the White House.  The coming presidential election will look and sound different for good reasons and our world becomes better inspired by the worst.
Dreams sing surreal poetry from subconscious closets in meaningful minds.  Time to open those closet doors I suppose and deal.  I would not want them to open on their own at inappropriate times.  Are there crazier Scorpio dreams waiting to fill a Poet’s heart with closeted emotions?  I did not have to accept this mission and knew of some of the pitfalls to come.  Chaos cannot be foretold and one supposes she waits not so patiently to bring the Poet home no matter his hiatus plans to the contrary.
Julie Dillon Fantasy Artist